Give
me a soap box I want to stand tall. Look over your heads See the
white dove call.

There
in the corner See the old box stands. Alone and neglected But
strong & not effected.

Bring
my box and place it Sing my song so you might taste it. Bitter sweet
and melancholy Take it in or throw it as folly

Listen close or listen not There is no story, nor
a plot. I talk of life, loved, and lost Sticks to us all like winter
frost.

Pretend, how you all do so well That never you
where hurt nor fell. Pretend, how you all do so well Never your heart
was broken, thrown to hell.

Not
so easy I find the life  less of love I look still to the calling of
my white dove. How you run and laugh and act so free When your hearts
lie torn on the ground with me.

Friends forgotten and ties long burnt and rotten
Like dreams escaping the grasp at morning begotten. Fancifully full of
words and ways, theories and ache Talk of truth and friendship, loyalties,
nothing, fake.

Give
me a soap box, yes, that I might preach. Listen to me and learn that I
might teach. Your life is lost and your love is hollow Its a
bitter pill like I promised but you must swallow.

No
truth have you known and to come is only sorrow. Turning your back on you
heart and never wanting to follow. From my box I see, beyond the tears, I
focus on the morrow The white dove calls and time has none more to
borrow.

XXXXX
My word are hollow, empty and stray. For you never listen anyway XXXXX

If Today Was My
Last

If today was my last
Would I be consumed by my past? Would I want to change events?
Maybe give one or two more compliments

If today was my last
Would I kiss my mothers cheek & hold my father fast. Would I leave
with my eyes cast down? Or be rewarded with jewelled crown.

If today my time was done
Would I remember days filled with fun? Would my life be about more than
just me? Or did I at least help set another free.

If today I heard the white
dove call Saw the veil removed from my eyes and fall. Will I remember
my feet in cool waters flow Or the night walks under moon lit glow.

If today was my last
Id breath in deep and fill my mast. Direct my sails and ivory
ores Sail home to golden shores.

If today was my last
Id cling to suns last ray cast.Weeping at sunsets birth
My life was full, I feel no mirth.

If today the father called
me home. Erect for me no fake tome. Ashes to dust from what Im
made I lie not there for my price was paid

If today you find me gone
May your heart be filled with song. Ive left the place people
call life For true freedom full and rife.

If today was my last I
would love, appreciate, enjoy and do it fast. For once to live and once to
die Then be passed to by and by

First Reading

Sitting on a stool with spotlight in my eyes. The
first poetry reading I have ever been to And now I find my self on stage.
I start:

Any South Africans in the house No!! So
Im alone then Like I was from the start. We are born alone
And die alone Its just the time in-between. My life
nothing more than a blink In the greater scheme of the universe.

From
the dawning of days old To this present I sit here dazed and cold.For
we are so bold To think ourselves wise and old. As we do the moss
settles on our bones with mould.

Like
one to another One to the other Nothing but sheep in a flock and fold.
Time keeps flying and flying While we try to wean ourselves off the
media propaganda But just keep on buying and buying. Do you know our
world is dying?

You
and I like me and you are an oak of sorts. One grown tall, proud and strong
Another chosen its self twisted, bent and contorts. In a mind clear and
calm crystal springs Another warped, broken with darkened things.

Looking down from my stool I catch my breath.
Take another breath in and sigh one out.

I
continue:

Look for me as I see you there Try to see
me as I start to care. Lips tremble as hearts falter My mind ponders as
thoughts halter. Pointless I find my Quest But still I must find
rest

There
must be more than just me Looking trying to see. There must be another
in this sea This sea of faces that stare at me. Another, just one, not
bound By social norms and society crowned. One who does not bow a knee
To fake rule set in T.V

Your
products, your way, your life It's not mine, nor sets me free, but causes
me strife. I dont fit this maze of concrete I dont want a
bigger piece of cheese to eat. Fuck the idea of the majority controlled by
the minority If I was to bend to that then enter me to your sorority.

I
will not sit on the ebb and flow I will not apologise for the looks you
show. My life is as I have chosen I dont care if you find me
frozen.

Your
life is yours, mine is fine. Dont compare me to you, then ask me to
explain I dont want your life, your car, your pain. I am more
free than you can ever be I am more me than you could ever see.